"How," Joker starts, furrowing his brows thoughtfully. "How annoyed do you think our hosts would be if we, er... borrowed a sofa from the break room?" But that would require moving and Walter's arm is pretty securely around his waist.

"Maybe if we ask really nicely," Walter muses in one of the most sarcastic tones Joker's heard in... a while. Caro's sad voice, though. Oh no.

Joker sighs a little bit dramatically and just leans on back, reaching out to - there we go. He pulls Caro's chair over close enough it bumps into Walter's. If he could, he'd sprawl across them both, but the armrests are in the way. And then he bats his eyelashes at her. "Did you miss me?"

For the whole two seconds he's been gone.

His attention gets immediately redirected when Walter pats his face lightly. "Look alive, J, the bloodbath's going to start soon."